Classic Poem

Had great Le-strange! been born in Cesar's Days,
He had eclips'd the noble Stoick's Praise:
But Providence! being kind beyond our Due,
To Rome gave Seneca! to Britain you.
She then did our Degen'racy presage,
And kept that Blessing for this barren Age.

Sure, if those mighty Ghosts do care or know,
In what Estate their Fame! survives below,
Th' illustrious Spaniard! must rejoice to see
His Works resin'd! and methodiz'd by thee!
Thou! who so nobly hast express'd his Sense,
And made him speak in Northern Eloquence.

All hail great Seneca! 'tis now thour't blest!
Thy younger Brother bids thee safely rest.
He, who victoriously has set thee free,
From all the Hackneys of Philosophy:
For after him, what impious Pen will dare,
His dull Translation, with Le-strange compare.